Guess it's written on my faceGod, I get so sick of this placeI gotta get up, get out, and get a lifeThe days run, long, the nights too shortNot much time for me no moreAnd I'm well over dueSo now I'm going to

Let my hair down and bleach it blondeTurn the ringer off and the engine on'Cause I can't wait to get to the good timesYeah just one stop at the ATMGrab a hundred bucks and a real good friendPack it up, and take a load off my mind'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

Me and my baby get along Got a lot of love, got it goin' onI wouldn't let go no for anythingSomethin' bout how the highway feelsWhen you drive along on your freedom wheelsYou know any destination will kill the frustration

Let my hair down and bleach it blondeTurn the ringer off and the engine on'Cause I can't wait to get to the good timesYeah just one stop at the ATMGrab a hundred bucks and a real good friendPack it up, and take a load off my mind'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

Just for the weekend Let's jump off the deep endI'm goin' to

Let my hair down and bleach it blondeTurn the ringer off and the engine on'Cause I can't wait to get to the good timesYeah just one stop at the ATMGrab a hundred bucks and a real good friendPack it up, and take a load off my mind'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times